Losing. Faith.

Ok round two. I did have a full paragraph written already but then my laptop dcided to shut itself down, dumb huh?!? So one good thing about it is I get to start afresh with a nice shiny white box to type words into. Right I'm cold and wet, I needed to think so I went for a cold shower, freezing cold, I don't know why but it helps me think for some reason and my hair looks wicked cool when its wet. So yeah losing faith, if you know me you'll know I aren't religious, well not a normal type of religion, but I do believe in karma and for some reason some superstitions always get me flustered, none of the old don't step on the crack stuff..., more like the little things like holding your breath when walking by a graveyard. Although that probably does sound silly now that I can see it in black and white. But this isn't the kind f faith I am losing, I like watching things especially people, not like through windows as they get undressed or anything like that but just people. They interest me, but walking home today I saw something that really disappointed me. I walk the same route home most days, through tesco to ge a drink and something to eat then out through the back entrance (oxymoronic I know) where I see a small group of kids playing with a rugby ball, that might not seem strange considering I live in a city with two top (?) flight rugby league teams in, and at first I smiled because hey atleast they aren't stuck inside watching TV and getting fat, until a notice a young looking lass, not young as in single digits but more around a similar age to me, a cute person I must add, with a pushchair with a sleeping child in it. Ok maybe she had run out off chocolate pudding or whatever but she had been wandering around tesco the same time as me, I only noticed as we had exchanged smiles whilst in the store. Now back to the group of kids with the ball, for some reason unknown to me they were kicking the ball towards this woman and child as if they were aiming for them, I figured maybe they had just spliced the ball and it was sheer coincidence that it went in their direction, until they kicked it again, and again it went toward the two of them this time hitting the handle of the pushchair and thus waking the child. Now I will admit I aren't the most intimidating of people, I aren't quite six foot and most fourteen year olds I know tower over me in height but I am quite bulky, but I don't like to see things happen in front of me. So I walked over to the mom and her child to make sure they were alright, just what any normal person would do, right? Then the next thing I hear is a thud coming from behind me and then feel something hitting me in the back. I know ou know what it was, the ball had hit me in the back, now anyone will tell you I'm fairly easy going and enjoy a laugh but when you see some annoying little shits laughing because they are tormenting a young mother, well that gets on my goat. So I unplug my earphones to listen if they say sorry, just in case it was an accident, giving them the benefit of the doubt. Then I overhear them say to do it again. Now that I have warning I had time to react. So as the ball approached me I turned and caught it. Now if I had booted it onto the roof there is no telling what may of happened so quickly working out my options I take out my lock knife and stab the ball, then squeezed all the air out of it. Now if I had done that and kept the ball that would of counted as theft so I happily returned the ball to its rightful owners, throwing it straight at them as if it were a throwing knife, it hits one of them in the face, oops, they start shoutingthings at me and make their way towards me, so I did the only hing I could do which was pull my scarf down from around my face and growl. You may find that strange but when something angers me I growl and my eyes go a little bigger all in all looking slightly deranged. Upon one look of my snarling angry facethey turned tail and left, now no gentleman would leave a young mother in that situation so I walked her home as it was only a couple of streets away if it was any further I would have called a cab just so I would know she got home safe. So it begs the question, what kind of parents must this group of kids hae to raise them without even a single shred of decency? I hope this next generation may start to appreciate what they have and raise children of their own with a little more common sense and raise them to respect people as a whole. If not then its going to be a rough twenty years ahead of us. Someone help us!